Forgive me, this is a quick one. I'd been writing it in my head for hours now, as I watched House on dvr, and now I remember almost nothing of my witticisms. Stupid word. First, I forgot to mention last night, while whole-heartedly complaining of Sam and the sadistic trek through Suburbia in the dark that I was forced to march, that she also FLOODED THE BATHROOM. MAKE THAT TWO BATHROOMS. Yes, water does indeed, Miranda, leak under walls and appear in the next room. Think HURRICANE. They are not self-contained.
That said, why mention it? That's all. Just one more minuscule irritation.
Except that I woke up and went to work this morning. Which was a miracle in itself. Because while I was lying there and debating just which form of physical torture I'd consent to endure, I happened to squint at the clock and have an Oh My God! moment where I realized that I hadn't set the alarm and hallelujah, it was too late to exercise! OK. That was the good part..
The other part was the group home's newest resident, a woman slated to live on the "nice" side. That's because my three guys live in the side of the duplex that has been stripped to bare bones. Well, minimalism is a design craze and about to hit the nice side.
I've said it before, but let me reiterate: my guys are considered low functioning; two of the three are non-verbal, we deal in poop, pee, drool, growling, screaming, hitting, scratching, pinching, and oh, etc, etc, etc,... The other people who worked primarily on the nice side used to say things like, "If I'm expected to work over here all the time, I'll quit"....or "go crazy" or "can't do it" or some other threat.
Today, the new girl arrived.
Today, my side became the nice side.
The nice side was filled with WHINING, oh, how I HATE whining...screeching, slapping, threats, death threats, two-year-old tantrums on the floor with the heels kicking, oh...the most god awful noise! All day long. And I snickered to myself while I sat over on the "other side", the side that no one used to want to work, and I felt lucky...so, today, a new resident. Today, a new reality. Today, my guys became the easy ones, the "nice" side and...
Today, my supervisor said to me, "Yeah, I have a guy coming in to work 7-3, but I'm going to have him work with the guys. I'm going to pull you to work over here."
And as my supervisor would say, "Yeah, sucks to be you."
Stay tuned for updates.
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